Whispers creep though the corridors at the architecture college. They are sentences littered with why's and if's..."Why is the school this way? What if it was another way?" They are telling of a lack of things; a lack that does not only include material resources but more importantly, a lack of something immaterial. The whispers creep out from the lips of a student body aware of this lack and they are scared of becoming apathetic toward their discipline.



One morning a professor walks outside of their office and finds a lofted form constructed of wood members strung from the ceiling. The construct undulates and moves through he corridor, as if to echo the sentiment, "I will not be still. I will not be static." One downward undulation scoops to form a seat; its undulating brethren hold pieces of folded papers placed in the gaps of the wood members. The professor takes in what he sees and realizes its purpose. He reaches for a paper, sits down within the undulation and begins to read the comments.